Mark walked towards the train station, as Jaune and Ren got on an airship that was waiting for them, they watched as the girls and the elders left Beacon in another airship, unbeknownst to them an announcement was being made.

The announcement didn't have any particular importance, its purpose was nothing more than an excuse, if the team died immediately then no change and the opinion of the public and those within higher society would remain the same.

The various schools would use their deaths as an excuse to push their students harder and prepare them for their lives as Huntsmen.

However, if they succeeded, that was the interesting part.

In Atlas General James Ironwood watched as the team gathered in the train station, armored trains were kingdoms in themselves, with societies and cultures unique to each train.

James had seen first hand why the kingdoms had given up in trying to take them, every once in a while the trains entered the Grimm-controlled lands, and just making to make it alive, to the destination of the train was a miracle in itself.

It's for that reason that every armored train isn't just covered in several tons of reinforced armored, but weapons that are both new and old from the time of the empire.

The remnants of various families that no longer held any real power watched with a fain interest as they simply dismissed this team as another group failed attempt to restore past glories.

The Council watched in silence, not because they were all in different locations, but rather the participants in this plan, all of them were families that were at one point in time the strongest of them all, so when they all fell it was with great pride that the council watched as they hit the dirt and lived amongst the commoners.

So to see them all working together was reason enough to keep an eye on this little team of theirs, but not just them, their would-be wives as well, both were powerful teams in the making despite the age difference some of them had.

Yet it was in the kingdom of Menagerie that argument was being held by all of those that were trusted with keeping the kingdom and its Fanus population safe.

Word had finally reached them about the Hunt and who was the main family leasing it, as well as who were the other members participating in this political arrangement.

yet it was not just the higher-ups within the kingdom that was divided, the people themselves were uncertain of what to do, they knew that whatever they said or believed was meaningless and yet.

these were the same families that had not only given them the land that was now their kingdom but helped them to the point where they were still receiving trade deals that helped their little kingdom's economy sustain itself.

Yet those same families were ruined hoses of the humans that hated them.

In Beacon, Ozpin watched as the three boarded the train and smiled when the last member of their team arrived.

The people in Vale listened as the announcement began.

"People of our kingdoms, and even that is still held highly by our kingdoms has begun"

"A team of potential Hunstmn have initiated the Hunt, and are now heading to the last Wall of Vale"

"Whatever happens to them, will be no one's fault but theirs, should they die on the way to completing their task then that will be their fault, should they succeed then so be it"

"Should they chose to give up, then they will have to pay the price and live with the consequences of their failure"

'You may ask yourselves what their mission is, and this is it"

"Once they reach the last wall they will continue on foot to every kingdom, asking for a Red Bull, that is it"

"Simple and unremarkable, let us watch and pray for their success," the announcer said to the people before the announcement ended

Ozpin smiled at the man who had away from making his words sound dramatic.

"To think that the old families would go this far," Ozpin said to himself as he watched the team look at the door of the train close behind them, there was no turning back now, and if they died then that would be unfortunate.

Ozpin closed his eyes and remembered a time long ago, when in another life, in another body he had joined those three men as they looked for the Red Bull, he died long before they succeed.

And he had just watched a boy, no older than he had been back then, join in this new group's journey only that instead of him joining them somewhere in between their travels Whitley had joined them at the beginning.

"So the story repeats itself, what do you think?" he asked someone that was far away

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